Jack in the Box Surprise Meme!
Stolen from pervyficgirl, because I have free time for a change. :)
The Jack in the Box Surprise Meme:
Rules of the Roost, borrowed from ms_duck1 - Do not make requests. I will do my best to write you a drabble you'd like on my own. :) All you have to do is pop in and make a comment ( Read more... )
The Jack in the Box Surprise Meme:
Rules of the Roost, borrowed from ms_duck1 - Do not make requests. I will do my best to write you a drabble you'd like on my own. :) All you have to do is pop in and make a comment ( Read more... )
Characters: Bobby Drake/Peter Parker
Rating: G
Words: 523
Prompts: Thanksgiving - Kitchen Disaster
Summary: Preparing Thanksgiving Dinner for Peter's family seemed like a good idea at the time...
"Things are going great! Just a little longer!"
Jessica looked at Bobby dubiously. "You sure? I'm pretty sure I smell smoke in there."
"Smoke? That's just our famous smoked Turkey! Delicious!" Bobby was interrupted by the sound of the smoke alarm blaring. "Pete! Batteries!"
"Got 'em!" The alarm stopped abruptly.
Aunt May cocked an eyebrow at Bobby. "Boys? Am I going to have an intact kitchen when this night is over?"
Peter stuck his head out of the kitchen. "Aunt May! Trust us! You've been doing Thanksgiving for 16 years - let us give you a break for a year! It'll be great!"
Bobby's voice came from inside the kitchen. "Pete? Are yams supposed to turn black in the oven?"
"...Gotta go."
Jessica facepalmed. "My first real Thanksgiving, and I'm going to die of food poisoning."
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"How did this happen? We followed the directions to the letter!" Bobby frantically leafed through Aunt May's recipe book. "We were supposed to have delicious food, not ashes!"
"I don't know!" Peter looked at the oven carefully. "Oh, geez. I remember this! Uncle Ben was really proud of this oven. He managed to get it at half price. It was just a little irregular."
Peter tapped the temperature gauges. Bobby looked at them, not quite getting it.
"Oh, geez. Don't tell me - "
"Yep." Peter said wryly. "Celsius, not Farenheit. We've been cooking everything too high. By a lot."
"Great! Mystery solved! Only problem is, we've got your Aunt and Sister out there, waiting for dinner, and we've got volcanic ash! How do we fix this? Is Sizzler still taking reservations?"
"No. We promised them a home-cooked meal, and they're going to get it. We just need to call in...the nuclear option."
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"You two chuckleheads had better appreciate this."
Bobby and Peter opened the door to let Logan in. The grouchy canadian was covered with rapidly healing bruises and cuts.
"Geez, Logan." Bobby eyed him. "What the hell happened to you?"
"What happened to me is I went food shopping on Thanksgiving night." Logan growled. "Fighting Sentinels is nothing until you've battled a housewife for the last bag of yams. You'd better have some beer in your fridge."
"Yeah, not so much." Peter said. "Thanks, though. And if my watch is correct, we can have dinner ready...before midnight! Victory!"
"Yeah. Good for you. I'm stayin' for dinner. And I get a drumstick." Logan growled. "I'll be on the back porch smokin'."
Peter and Bobby high-fived. It had been a close call, but disaster had been averted. Now they just had to get all the food on the table. Not to mention keeping their grumpy Canadian guest from eating it all before May and Jessica got any. But the house was still standing, no one's hair had been burned off, and the food would be edible. For their first Thanksgiving as cooks, it could have gone a lot worse.
"Pete, your apron's on fire."
"Agh! Put it out!"
Bobby blasted Peter with a small ice burst, just enough to freeze the apron. Peter shrugged. Hopefully, that was the day's last disaster out of the way.
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I love the way you write them. It's awesome!
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Glad you liked it! :)
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